Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soul II Soul to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.